Good Friday

I love these pictures of my mom at my sister‘s daycare.  Lawson is such a sweetie.  

Wren likes to color and draw.  Sometimes she misses and hits herself in the face, but she’s just really into it.  

Since it is Holy Week, we have had mass and had to rush around some.  Yesterday, when we got off the bus, I  told the girls to run down and do chores while I cooked dinner so we could leave.  They said ok and headed to the barn.  I was just finishing up pulling things out of the crockpot when Saige came screaming through the door. She couldn’t gather the eggs!   There was a snake eating them!   She was never going in the chicken pen again!   I asked what kind of snake it was?  She was sure it was a giant monster snake who would eat anything and anyone in its path.  I grabbed my garden hoe, because in this area we have a few kinds of snakes - those who rattle, those who are copper, and those who are harmless.  This is just a western rat snake.  Around these parts, commonly called a black snake.  And I do not actually mind if they eat an occasional egg, because to me the loss of an egg is worth the genuine mouse patrol these dudes accomplish.  I HATE rodents!   In this case though, I was in a hurry to get to church, so I picked him up with the hoe, and slid him away from my eggs.  Then I tapped the ground behind him to encourage him to go on his way.  Saige was NOT happy.  She is firmly in my mother’s camp of  “the only good snake is a dead snake.”   Thats just not how I roll.  They really are beneficial. It’s not their faults that they were destined by their ancestors mistakes to crawl on the ground and have people strike at their heads while they strike at our feet.  Right?  Saige was even further put out by me picking up the eggs that had “snake germs” and bringing them inside the house.  I don’t eat the shells, and I always wash my eggs - I don’t like dirty eggs in my refrigerator.  It’s fine.  It’s totally fine.  She doesn’t really eat eggs anyway.  

Today is Good Friday.  Our church had mass at 3.  That means my day, despite not having to drive the bus was segmented into a well oiled out plan.  I had to work at the office, get some follow up bloodwork done, pick up meds at the pharmacy, go to a job site, pick up the girls, get my hair cut and get to church on time.  We managed to get it all accomplished, and still had some time afterwards  to shampoo the carpet.  I think we will all sleep good tonight.  

Things moving along at this job site is a huge relief to me.  It is a project about 3 years in the making.  Getting everything lined out for this one was labor intensive.  I am optimistic that it will be finished in time for some grass to get established on it before fall.  Weather permitting of course.  In a strange twist if fate, our old engineer has joined our board and has become the oversight engineer for the job.  I like him a lot, respect his opinions, and feel like it is a good omen to have him back on our team.  

I had an appointment to get my hair cut.  I had asked Terri if she would be willing to re-pierce my ears.  When Saige heard that, she asked if she could get her ears double pierced.  I told her to text her dad and if he said yes, I would pay for it.  He said he didn’t care.  Saige then freaked a tiny bit- she was scared it was going to hurt and she couldn’t remember what it was like when she got her first piercing done a few years ago.  I pointed out if it was THAT bad, surely she wouldn’t have forgotten about it?   Not helpful. She did sit there and let Terri poke her head full of new holes.  I think it looks cute!  She likes it so that is all that matters.  Harper only has one hole still open. I offered to let Terri re-open her holes as well, but she declined my offer.  

Back when Madison was ablut 5, she asked me why it is called Good Friday if it is the day they crucified Jesus.  Shouldn’t it be bad Friday?  I remember thinking the child was a genius asking this question, and wished I had a genius answer to give her.  Why indeed kid. 

As I have aged, I still don’t disagree that it was a bad day - especially if you were Jesus.  But my thinking now is that sometimes in order to get to the good parts, we have to go through some really dark times.  In order to understand what we have, and appreciate it, bad times sometimes awaken us. I think that seems fitting for the current state of our country.  I hope these dark times are an awakening for those who chose it. And I hope it illuminates the things we should have never taken for granted.  I equally hope that it works out as well. 

The girls got to dye eggs with their friends.  I love that they are having fun!  

It is nice to have a long weekend iff of school.